After leaving the Colosseum, Shura's murderous aura had not yet disappeared, and his eyes were still flashing with red light, but he was dragged by Zhaoming and could not be triggered. After a while, Zhaoming let Shura and his few people gallop eastward.

The Meng family is good at speed, and Meng Jiu is the best among them. Although he is not afraid of Shura's strength, he will inevitably be troubled once he is entangled.

The three of them dared not relax and stopped after escaping for three days.

He found a flat stone and put the decaying old man down. The subtle movements also made him feel great pain, making a whirring sound of gasping, which was extremely painful.

Sun Jiuyang looked at the decaying old man motionless and stared at him. After a long time, his eyes were a little wet.

"Senior, what's wrong!" Zhaoming exclaimed, wondering what happened to Sun Jiuyang at this time and how he felt strange.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head and sighed: "One day, what would it feel if you saw Houyi and Kuafu and others being bullied by a group of people who had never seen in the prehistoric continent, or a group of unknown juniors?"

"Feeling!" Zhaoming was stunned. Of course, he had never thought about it.

When I thought about it again, I felt indescribable. It was a pity, regret... or sadness, but I couldn't feel any happiness, even if the other party was a witch clan.

"You'll have mixed feelings!" Sun Jiuyang sighed.

Mixed emotions... Zhaoming was indifferent, as if he could only describe this. It is undeniable that he wanted to kill the other party immediately, but what he wanted was a dignified way. When he thought of them being bullied by a group of unknown people, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'm also mixed with emotion now!" Sun Jiuyang shook his head and sighed.

There was something in his words, but Zhaoming didn't want to ask now. He had known that the decayed old man was definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise he wouldn't have been treated like this special.

"Senior, how should I treat this injury?"

What he was nervous about at this moment was the injury of the decayed old man. The iron nail that was nailed into the purple palace was so thrilling.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head, frowned, and said helplessly: "I have tried it, but I dare not take action. This iron nail has nailed his soul to death, and he can maintain his vitality by relying on the magic spell. Once pulled out, he may die directly, unless he can find a way to extend his life first."

"What is the way to extend your life?" Zhaoming asked hurriedly.

Sun Jiuyang thought for a moment, stretched out a finger and said, "The Nine-Turning Golden Pills naturally need not be said. If this thing can be found, it will naturally allow him to recover immediately and go further. Unfortunately, there is no material in the world that can refine the Nine-Turning Golden Pills. Perhaps the two Nine-Turning Golden Pills still exist are also in the hands of the Demon Ancestor, so there is no need to think about it."

"The second is the immortal fruit of Zuzhou, which should be used to prolong his life. But this thing is not yet mature, and it is useless to go there."

He looked darker and shook his head and said, "In my opinion, unless you find my master or uncle, there is hope."

Sun Jiuyang's master or uncle... Zhaoming immediately looked bleak. If the two were so easy to find, they would not have to travel thousands of miles to Baidao after being turned into a toad by pear blossoms.

According to him, wouldn’t it be that he directly announced the death of the decayed old man and was powerless to turn things around?

He looked down at the decaying old man again. He couldn't help feeling miserable and finally rescued him. However, he still had to wait for death to come. At the same time, he regretted it and did not dare to slap Wulong so directly. Maybe he would have a way to untie it.

When my mind was in chaos, it seemed as if my heart was full of blessings, Zhaoming thought of a glimmer of hope.

Among the people I know, Sun Jiuyang is not the only one who is good at treating, but also one: Taishan Xueyuhua.

Back then, I was chased by Kuafu. I was beaten so hard that I almost collapsed. I was lucky enough to escape into Taishan to save my life. Although I didn’t have much memory of Xue Yuhua saving me, I couldn’t find another person except her at that time.

Now the decaying old man is in a similar situation, and Sun Jiuyang cannot cure it. He can only go to find her.

Immediately, I stopped thinking about it, picked up the decaying old man, and said to Shura, "Go!"

"Where do you go?" Sun Jiuyang asked.

"Taishan! My soul was almost collapsed by Kuafu back then. Fortunately, Xue Yuhua saved her life before she saved her life. Now she can only see if she has any solutions!"

"Can you still do this!" Sun Jiuyang was stunned and then urged: "What are you waiting for? Let's go now!"

Shura immediately rolled up his true energy and, under the guidance of Zhaoming, took the three of them to the east to Taishan.

Wudao, Panshen Valley.

Twelve huge statues stood around the Gangshen Valley, flashing with bursts of mysterious lights. When I suddenly saw that the fruit was ripe and something was about to pop out from it.

A huge stone stood among them, and a figure wearing a hat was chiseled next to the stone. More than half of the stone had been chiseled, but it was a half-body appearance of a person, probably carving a figure of someone.

A large number of witch tribes shuttled through the valley, constantly casting admiration and admiration. Many witch tribes bowed deeply before leaving.

A tall witch stood not far away and watched quietly. After a while, she asked in confusion: "Master High Priest, you can complete it quickly with magical powers. Even if you don't use magical powers, just call more people to do it. Why bother to work alone?" The person wearing a hat is the high priest of the witch clan.

In the past, Sun Jiuyang made a big fuss in Wudao, resulting in the destruction of Pangu statue. After so many years of empty Pangu Valley, the high priest of the Witch clan felt something was wrong, so he found this huge stone and took it upon himself to carve the Pangu statue again.

After hearing the witch's question, the high priest smiled slightly, and did not stop, and said slowly: "Pangu is our ancestor god. We should be pious about everything about him and do it with our hearts. Although his supernatural powers are fast, they are not a little disrespectful."

"No one is more familiar with Pangu's ancestor god than me. If you let others do it, you will naturally be inferior to me. If there are too many shortcomings, it would be a bit regretful."

The witch was silent, without saying anything, as if she was thinking about something.

The high priest said lightly again: "Liuli, but what are you wondering? I feel that your emotions are unstable."

The witch, known as Liuli, was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "The fire-swallowing demon named Zhaoming has appeared again. Why does he look exactly like the Pangu Ancestor God, but... he is full of hatred for us."

The high priest suddenly stopped and stared at the tools in his hand. After a while, he said, "I don't know some things in this world. The ancestor god Pangu will not reveal all his arrangements to me."

"There are countless changes in the world, and it is not surprising that the Fire-Swallowing Demon named Zhaoming learned one of them. Since he is a monster and we are a witch, what's the strange thing about him hating us?"

After saying this, he carved it up on his own. Liuli looked quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, the witch clan flew over quickly and fell beside Liuli, half-kneeling on the ground: "I have seen the High Priest, and the Priest Liuli."

"But what's wrong?" Liuli asked, seeing the witch clan's expression anxious, naturally he came over rashly because he had something important to do.

The witch clan nodded: "The Colosseum was broken!"

"What!" Liuli was shocked, and regardless of the image of the priest, he raised the witch clan and shouted loudly: "What stupid words are you saying? That is the place that the high priest personally arranged. Could it be that the Immortal King is here again? Who? The East Prince or the Queen Mother of the Golden?"

"No...no..." The witch clan was so scared that he couldn't even speak. He had never seen Priest Liuli lose his composure so much.

"Let him go!" the high priest said slowly: "Since it is a formation, it will eventually be broken. I am not the ancestor god of Pangu, and I am no exception."

Liuli then put the witch clan down, and looked at the high priest suddenly thinking about something and asked, "Do you know it already?"

As the news came, the high priest was still doing his work calmly, without any surprise.

The high priest smiled slightly: "There is something wrong with the formation I set up myself, how could I not know? It's just a colosseum, it's a playground for the younger generations. If it's gone, it's gone. Why should I be so surprised?"

"What the High Priest said is that Liuli lost her composure!" Liuli lowered her head slightly, suddenly remembered something, and looked at the witch clan and asked, "Who did it?"

At this moment, the witch clan calmed down and said, "It was the Blood Shura and the Fire-swallowing Demon Zhaoming, and Sun Jiuyang also appeared. The two of them used a large seal to break the formation of the High Priest, and then let everyone go."

"Everyone! What about the criminal who was imprisoned at the bottom?" Liuli asked hurriedly.

The witch clan lowered his head: "He was also rescued by Zhaoming. Judging from his posture, it seemed that he was leaving for that person."

Liuli was furious: "Where is Baiman and Meng Jiu, the Blood Shura is just the Aoshi, and Zhaoming is even more like Taiyi Jinxian. How could he let them go?"

"When they arrived, the Colosseum was broken. Sun Jiuyang used the formation to trap everyone. When he escaped, he was gone. Lord Baiman and Lord Meng Jiu had already sent people to chase him..."

Liuli was still asking questions, but saw the high priest put down his hand and turned around and said, "Okay, this happened when it happened, why be so panicked? The beast without minions is just a piece of soft flesh if it is let go."

"Master High Priest..." Liuli frowned.

The high priest waved his hand: "You don't need to say much, I know what the overall situation in the world is the main business."

"The Zifeng Fairy was resurrected, but she left in the dust. I think she had no ambitions anymore. Xi Wei, Mang Ding and Wu Ming led the army to Beihai. If nothing unexpected happens, the three royal families of the past will now have an explanation."

Liuli frowned: "Since that's the case, why don't the High Priest take the opportunity to kill the remnants of the demon clan in one fell swoop to eliminate future troubles?"

The high priest shook his head: "It is the most difficult to remove the roots from cutting grass. The demon clan's vitality is particularly tenacious, but it is actually that easy!"

He paused for a while and continued, "But you are right, the power of the demon clan needs to be cleaned up. Bi Fang was driven away by Di Jun, and the change of ownership of the Sky Ridge caused a lot of trouble for my witch clan."

"Tell me the order, Kunlun Mountain, wait and see if it changes, and don't take the initiative to attack."

He glanced at the east far away and said lightly.
Chapter completed!